"Then can Mother also be Cousin Yan'er's mother? That way, Cousin Yan'er will have a mother!"

Shen Mingzhuang was stunned by what the brat said again. Why did she feel that this kid had ulterior motives? Did he want her to be Lu Yan's mother? How could he be so cunning at such a young age? He was only five years old, but his mind was as cunning as a honeycomb. He was no better than his father!

Shen Mingzhuang silently repeated to herself several times, "She's my biological daughter, she's my biological daughter!" Then she smiled and nodded, "From now on, Mother will be Yan'er's mother. I'll save all the snacks for Xuan'er for Yan'er from now on, so don't cry."

Originally, I thought this petty little devil would throw a tantrum, but to my surprise, Jiang Xuan nodded and said seriously, "Give them all to Yan'er. She's so pitiful without a mother. Give all of Xuan'er's snacks to Yan'er."

...

The grass remains green year after year, but the dogwood by the bridge never returns.

Eight years have passed in the blink of an eye. The children have grown taller and taller each year, just like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. In the blink of an eye, they have grown from tiny little ones into very handsome and well-mannered young men.

"Hahahaha, Ah Rui is hiding there!"

A laugh drifted in from the courtyard outside Jiaofang Palace. Manhuan, while peeling a pear, said to Shen Mingzhuang with a smile, "With the children making a ruckus, our Jiaofang Palace is quite lively. Just like that tree, it needs a few birds chirping in spring to be truly vibrant."

Shen Mingzhuang took the pear and took a bite. It was a very juicy tribute pear. Hearing Manhuan's words, she looked up at the children playing hide-and-seek outside, a smile appearing on her lips. She nodded in agreement, "Yes, these children are like birds on branches and in treetops, lively and vibrant. How desolate the palace would be without them."

"What is so lonely?"

"uncle!"

A cheerful voice suddenly came from the palace gate. Looking up, it was Jiang Wang. Jiang Wang's body had fully recovered three years ago, and He Wenqing had left the capital at that time. Shen Mingzhuang smiled and got up to greet him, holding a pear that had been bitten twice in his hand. Jiang Wang sent the children to continue playing and then helped his wife into the main hall.

Taking advantage of a moment when no one was looking, he bent down and took a big bite of the jade pear his wife was holding. Shen Mingzhuang was amused by his sneaky action and covered her mouth to laugh.

The true meaning of a peaceful and tranquil life is having your loved ones by your side.

(The Finale)

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